Hello Friends,
Thank You for your love, support, encouraging words & suggestions.
Many thanks to dear Shas (an amazing friend) for the suggestion of having a separate blog for Photography; hence I've decided to start a dedicated blog for Supar Studio.
It's available over here.
I shall remain active over there & delight you with Photography related articles.
See you there. Happy Blogging.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Developing my photography style
Every art is unique & so is the style of any artist. Even today when we read our childhood poetry books we very well recognize the author by the mere rhyme of the words. When we are involved with any form of art, consciously or subconsciously we tend to develop a style. Style is an artists way of portraying the elements of composition.
“…the modern portrait photographer should strive, with the help of his own feeling for light, to express himself in a completely personal manner, create his own style, and deliver with every portrait his visiting card… in order that he can be recognized in every one of his pictures.”
- Helmar Lerski
I too wish to have my unique style. To me, a perfect photograph is not the answer but a question in itself. It should engage the viewer in such as way that he/she feels looking over it again and again, not only because of its aesthetic value but also because of the story being told. I'll consider myself a photographer the day people will start recognizing my images without my name written on them.
Do Check Out: Supar Studio
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Monday, February 1, 2010
Supar Studio

Hi there,
I'm Sunil Parashar, an engineer by profession and a Photographer by choice. My entire life I dreamt of possessing a camera but could not afford one till Feb-2009. Got a job, saved money & opted for my first DSLR - Nikon D40 with the default kit lens 18-55mm.
After one year of photography, I believe I'm on a life long journey of learning. Photography to me is a spiritual experience, it is the calling. But you may wonder why photography?.
“I would willingly exchange every single painting of Christ for one snapshot.” ~ George Bernard Shaw
Photography is a medium that allows us to capture the truth of a moment; it is a medium of expression. Photography allows me to express myself and inside every human is this desire to express himself/herself for which we have adopted so many means such as painting,music, photography etc. etc. More than as an art form I love photography for its ability to freeze a unique moment in time, a moment which won’t repeat again.
I’m a beginner:
“Your first 10,000 photographs are your worst.” - Henri Cartier- BressonWith merely an year of experience in photography, out of which the first half of the year was spent learning about the dials & buttons on the camera I’m still a beginner and would forever stay so.
For when you look at anything with a beginners mind there are limitless possibilities, where as when you start taking yourself as an expert, you restrict yourself to a safe, tested approach. That is why there are numerous experts in any field but not everyone is the same. Photography is not only limited to clicking photographs, it is an infinite journey of learning. Photography has the ability of making you a better human being and a better analytic of things surrounding you.
Supar Studio:
The idea behind “Supar Studio” is to keep a record of my learning and experiences in the field of photography. I visualize “Supar Studio” as an online journal of my photography impressions & expressions where everyone who strives for quality in the field of photography finds something worth it.
With this I would like to end up this introduction note; Happy Clicking.
You may also want to see my journey of photography learning till now . Check out my flickr profile.
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Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Ghost Stories
26th January 2000, those five hundred students of a boarding school had no idea that lot was going to change in their lives that day. I was one of them.
It was 9:30 in the morning and I was still in the bed, dreaming of candies & biscuits my friend has kept in his cupboard. And then I heard a voice: “You sleep monger RUN...., RUN FAST.”
Half awake I started running out, only to realize later that it was an Earthquake.
Yes, the deadly earthquake of Gujarat.

Everything was in a huge mess. The buildings were damaged, after-shocks were felt every minute, few students lost their near and dear ones, and the final exams were nearing each day.
One guy from my hostel who was known for his sincerity and honesty complained that he saw a lady ghost cladded in a white sari in the nearby ground at 12’O Clock midnight. As we were already in the trauma of the earthquake, we ignored his plea. Next day, he reported the same. This time we got really scared. And the matter was taken up with a head teacher who took the guy to a ‘TANTRIK BABA’. And finally the guy was declared of having a “KALA SAYA” of some lady ghost. Kala Saya of a white lady? we couldn’t digest the concept, so we decided to stay awake and witness the ghost ourselves.
Equipped with hockey sticks and chains we waited for the clock to strike 12. As the time passed by the night kept getting darker and darker. Exactly at 12'O Clock the lady ghost appeared in the basketball court. Clutching the hockey sticks and stuff, we all ran out of the hostel. As soon as the ghost saw people approaching her, she started running the other way. We grabbed her and as she was about to get the first blow of the hockey stick, she shouted : “Hey, Please Stop, this is Varun from the Garuda hostel; remember I played black magician on the school annual day.” And we all laughed out loud.
The next day, no ghost was seen on the ground. But it was heard of being seen in the Garuda hostel.
It was 9:30 in the morning and I was still in the bed, dreaming of candies & biscuits my friend has kept in his cupboard. And then I heard a voice: “You sleep monger RUN...., RUN FAST.”
Half awake I started running out, only to realize later that it was an Earthquake.
Yes, the deadly earthquake of Gujarat.

Everything was in a huge mess. The buildings were damaged, after-shocks were felt every minute, few students lost their near and dear ones, and the final exams were nearing each day.
One guy from my hostel who was known for his sincerity and honesty complained that he saw a lady ghost cladded in a white sari in the nearby ground at 12’O Clock midnight. As we were already in the trauma of the earthquake, we ignored his plea. Next day, he reported the same. This time we got really scared. And the matter was taken up with a head teacher who took the guy to a ‘TANTRIK BABA’. And finally the guy was declared of having a “KALA SAYA” of some lady ghost. Kala Saya of a white lady? we couldn’t digest the concept, so we decided to stay awake and witness the ghost ourselves.
Equipped with hockey sticks and chains we waited for the clock to strike 12. As the time passed by the night kept getting darker and darker. Exactly at 12'O Clock the lady ghost appeared in the basketball court. Clutching the hockey sticks and stuff, we all ran out of the hostel. As soon as the ghost saw people approaching her, she started running the other way. We grabbed her and as she was about to get the first blow of the hockey stick, she shouted : “Hey, Please Stop, this is Varun from the Garuda hostel; remember I played black magician on the school annual day.” And we all laughed out loud.
The next day, no ghost was seen on the ground. But it was heard of being seen in the Garuda hostel.
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